"Are you sure this is okay?" Gerard, or Gee, as he is right now, dressed in a skirt that's definitely tight enough to be doing some serious damage to his intestines right now, called out, the tone of his voice filled with nerves and very obviously so.

The sixteen year old only chuckled in response, running a hand back through his dyed black hair, not even turning to Gerard, before pushing open the door of his 'uncle's house. Gerard really doubted he even had an uncle, though he was far too busy praying that they wouldn't get arrested for trespassing to really consider the possibility of Frank's phantom uncle.

"Absolutely fine, Gee." He confirmed into the silence as he held the door open for his 'date', and perhaps Gerard would have blushed if he wasn't shitting himself right now, because dear lord, only know was he realising just how much of a fucking pansy he was in comparison to Frank fucking Iero. "It's fine - he's just on holiday for a few weeks, so it makes this just a perfect place to spend some time alone together."

"So this is your pathetic attempt at a no-money required date, huh?" Gerard smirked, eyebrows raised high as they both knew that there was no point in Frank even saying anything more, as Gerard was simply just right - without a single doubt.

"Date? Is that what you want this to be, sugar?" Frank let a smirk take over his face as Gerard descended into a cherry red blush, dipping his head a little as he resorted to following Frank into the kitchen, awkwardly slipping his shoes off next to where Frank had done so, and almost with an air of confidence and professionalism that provided a hilarious contrast to Gerard's nervous, stuttering demeanour. Frank didn't mind though.

"I don't mind though, Gee. Honestly, you're cute, I'm cute - what can go wrong?" He grinned, filling Gerard's blushing silence with nothing but a reason for his blush to deepen as he considered burying himself six feet deep right now, right in the middle of Frank's 'uncle's' house.

Mikey was right - this was a fucking stupid idea.

Frank pulled open a cupboard or two, his eyes pulling themselves over the objects gathered in an uncluttered mess behind the off white doors of decade old cabinets, stopping with a smirk, as he pulled out a six pack of beer, lifting it up and pushing it onto the breakfast bar that Gerard found himself awkwardly leaning against as he continued to watch Frank: cheeks as red as ever.

"Isn't this technically stealing?" Gerard asked, stuttering over his words a little, as he struggled to admit that maybe he cared just a little too much about Frank's opinion of him for his own good.

"Aren't you technically a stuck up piece of shit?" Frank rolled his eyes at Gerard's wide-eyed reaction, reaching through the cupboards and retrieving far too much chocolate, which he placed beside the beer. "I'm joking, princess, but seriously - cool it. My uncle's fine with this. He's a cool guy, you know."

"So we're going to eat his food, drink his booze and laze around his house for a few hours, and just hope that he doesn't have a vaguely advanced alarm system or particularly nosy neighbours?"

"Of course he doesn't - he's my uncle, come on, Gee." Frank rolled his eyes, lifting the six-pack of beer up off the counter, and gesturing for Gee to take the chocolate, and maybe this was the only time that the seventeen year old found himself in gratitude of his feminine pretence. "Let's go up to the attic - he has a surround sound system in there - it sounds fucking sick, and there's no smoke alarm up there and I really need a fag, or possibly more than that."

And oh how much Gerard wanted to say 'you need a fag? You've a already got me.' but that would have most likely gotten him punched in the face, and Frank Iero was the kind of guy you just kind of knew would certainly fuck you up with his fist if he wanted to, and really that could be taken either of two ways, and with his current situation, Gerard still didn't quite know as to which of the two would be the more problematic.

-

"I left some of my CDs here the last time I was here, because seriously dude the surround system is to die for." Frank exclaimed, rummaging through a box in the reasonably furnished attic, having dumped the beer on the floor and opened a window to let the smoke out, leaving Gerard to perch himself awkwardly on the edge of the sofa and try his best not to commit social suicide. "Any requests, Gee?"

"I... uhh... I don't mind..." He mumbled out in response, making sure his skirt hadn't ridden up as he'd sat down, and that generally there was no notion to the fact that he was indeed hiding a dick under there.

"Okay then, Misfits, okay?" Frank asked, raising one eyebrow with that fucking mischievous asshole smirk that seemed to follow him around everywhere. "Or do girls not listen to things like that, huh? Enlighten me, Gee?"

"Oh, I like The Misfits, Frank, don't you worry." Gerard giggled a little, meeting Frank's gaze, almost embarrassingly determined to impress him here, although Gerard couldn't really comment upon whether girls actually did listen to The Misfits or not, but that was something that was just better if Frank didn't know.

"Oh really? Favourite song?" Frank pounced with a question like this was some sort of weird initiation thing, or maybe it was something to do with the fact that Frank really fucking loved making someone as cute as Gerard blush, especially for him.

"I... uhh... Saturday Night?"

"Of course, huh..." Frank rolled his eyes, putting in Famous Monsters, regardless of what he thought personally. "Probably one of my least favourites - it's too slow, Gee."

"Shut up, it's fucking cool." Gerard got up, instantly motivated to defend his favourite Misfits song. "It's about killing girls on Saturday nights, like a different way every Saturday - as in 'fifty two ways to murder' and fifty two Saturdays in a year-"

"Yeah, whatever smartass." Frank rolled his eyes as the first track of the album - Kong At The Gates, started blasting through the speakers, joining Gerard as the seventeen year old sat back down on the sofa in a reluctant defeat. "It's a bit typical though - guys kills girls, wow big fucking deal! You never hear about girls killing girls or guys killing guys or anything like that."

"Yeah that kind of stuff generally frequents porn more than anything else."

"Oh, because you would know, wouldn't you, Gee, huh?" Frank smirked a little, pushing Gerard down against the sofa, thankfully only with his hands, and not actually using his whole body, because otherwise that could have very easily resulted in some particularly awkward consequences. "Know all about porn, don't you? Tell me how you like it, huh?"

"No!" Gerard instantly retorted, falling into a blush as he sat up again, retreating onto the floor beside the food and booze, of course only for Frank to join him, lighting what Gerard doubted was just a cigarette, before looking the seventeen year old in the eyes and trying again.

"Tell me how you like it, Gee." He chucked a beer in Gerard's direction; gesturing to it with his eyes, "go on."

Gerard fumbled nervously to open the can, downing just a little before setting the can down next to him, and letting his face give way to what was probably his most embarrassing blush yet. "Don't you think that's kind of a personal thing to talk about?"

"Yeah, but I trust you and we're alone, so it's fine." Frank opened his own beer, downing what Gerard reckoned to be half of it in one go. "I'm just getting to know you."

Gerard rolled his eyes, muttering something about straight boys under his breath that he was just thankful that Frank didn't quite catch.

"I'd like it..." Gerard paused, meeting Frank's eyes, as he found himself overexciting the sixteen year old with what was really just nothing. "If you didn't ask me these kinds of questions. Try something that reserves whatever tiny shred of dignity you have left, huh?"

"Spoil sport." Frank shrugged, blowing smoke rings, rather than listening to Gerard talk. "Hypothetically, of course, if I kissed you, what is the probability from certainly to never that you would push me off and then punch me in the balls?"

"Hypothetically." Gerard repeated, rolling his eyes at just how ridiculous this was getting now.

"Oh, yeah, sure?" Frank raised his eyebrows, meeting Gerard's gaze. "Doesn’t have to be hypothetically if you don't want it to. Maybe I'll find out the answer to my question first hand."

"Maybe you won't." Gerard butted in, stopping him, and putting a ridiculous pout on the face of the sixteen year old. "It depends if I kick you in the balls or not."

"Depends on what?"

"Whether you're a good kisser." Gerard smirked, taking a sip of the beer, perhaps just for confidence or maybe just to hide that stupid, almost permanent blush of his, just momentarily. "Now, it's my turn to ask a question, isn't it? How many people have you slept with?"

"I lost count after about twenty five, honestly." Frank shrugged, taking another drag of smoke, watching as Gerard's rolled his eyes once again. "What about you, how many people have you slept with?"

Fuck.

There was certainly nothing secretive about the killer, deer in the headlights esque blush that had caught Gerard’s cheeks - the blush that screamed nothing more than 'virgin', right in Frank's face.

"Oh." Frank grinned a little, shuffling closer to Gerard. "You haven't."

"I'm sorry, I... I... it's embarrassing... I-" Gerard didn't even know how to cope with this, especially from someone like Frank Iero - somehow who he'd framed in some sort of naive, stalkerish admiration that was built on nothing but lies he repeated to himself everyday as he remained locked in this feminine facade in favour of some stupid fucking crush on some stupid fucking straight boy.

"Dude, wow, so if I just fucked you - that, that’d be a big deal, that'd be a big fucking deal for you, but I'm just some fucking slut... I, I'm sorry, okay, sorry for kind of acting like a dick and flirting with you like hell because maybe I did just want to get you drunk and fuck you here." Frank blushed, shaking his head to himself.

"So you don't ever do commitment, not with anybody, huh?" Gerard asked, ignoring Frank's confession to an extent, because he couldn't handle anymore awkward conversation right now at all, because he was really pretty sure it would actually just kill him.

"Bert says I just haven't found the right girl yet, but honestly girls, girls just are fucks to me. It sounds kind of harsh, but I really can't see myself having any kind of romantic relationship, like I mean, settling down, and then getting married and that kind of shit just isn't up my alley at all." Frank admitted, laying back onto the floor. "God, I'm an asshole. I assume you want to leave now and permanently break contact with me and tell all your friends about how much of a fucking dick I am."

"No, I want you just to talk to me like we're friends. You're a cool guy, Frank. I just want to know you, not fuck you." Gerard exhaled, knowing that in reality, it was the complete opposite, but with the facade he was struggling to pull, this would just have to do.

"Okay then." Frank exhaled, shaking his head as he smoked in silence for a few moments. "So, today in art I drew my cock and this kid - guy sat next to me, seemed so fucking startled like he'd never seen one in his life."

Gerard made felt like he was getting hit by a bus as he came to hear about the 'guy sat next to me', who was in fact Gerard himself - fuck.

"He was alright though - really good at art, and you don't even care about this kind of thing- girls, they don't- I don't fucking know how to talk to girls other than flirting. Guys are just simple, easy, natural, but girls are like a fucking mystery to me, you know?"

"Sometimes I feel like a mystery to myself."

"You feel like a mystery to me too, because you're not the kind of girl I know, not nearly slutty enough, but yet I want to get to know you, huh?" Frank shook his head. "Today's been fucking weird."

-

Mikey lit his sixth cigarette, filling the silence with the click of his lighter, and the dim light of the room with a short burst of fire, and yet after the thing was lit, and he inhaled his first breath, the silence, and darkness remained, and perhaps Mikey was just a little concerned, but more than anything - he was bored.

Alicia had suggested that they play some stupid fucking game with an Ouija board, and Bob had clearly just been fucking with everyone, by pulling the counter, yet nobody else had seemed to notice and now everybody was just sat in silence and utter pitch black, scared shitless - Bob had made some shit up about the 'demon' coming when the light was turned on and really if Mikey could see right now, he would have punched him already.

"Guys, this is fucking stupid." He finally broke the silence, and even if he couldn't see them, he certainly felt all the gazes in the room, turn to him - yeah, something about silence as well: really Mikey was honestly shocked that Bob hadn't burst into a laughing fit yet, that or maybe Bob was actually possessed, which if he filmed it, would probably go viral, and therefore would in fact be worth it in the long run.

"Look, I'm going to turn the light on, and I promise you that there's no fucking demon, no one's going to die, for Christ's sake- look, even if there is, then I offer myself up as a fucking sacrifice, but that's fine, because we're absolutely fucking fine." Mikey exhaled, catching a few wide eyed gazes in the darkness as he waited, before flicking the light switch back on, and preparing himself for sudden death - you know, just in case.

Rather anti-climatically, sudden death, in fact did not occur.

"See, we're fine!" Pete exclaimed, excited enough for him to have been reincarnated as the lord Jesus himself. "Told you all."

"Yeah, that's fucking bollocks." Christa rolled her eyes; eyebrows raised high as she did nothing more than laugh at Pete. "You were just as scared as the rest of us. I swear that Ouija shit's just messed up, yeah?"

"The demon spoke to us, though!" Alicia protested, eyes growing wide and almost scarily so, and if she could have seen herself, she probably would have been absolutely convinced that she was the possessed one, but no, that was just Alicia.

"Bob fucked with the hand piece, you mean." Mikey corrected, meeting Bob's gaze, eyebrows raised high, as the blonde, stubble donning guy spectacularly failed to bite back his smirk.

"Bob!" Ray exclaimed, eyes growing wide, and afro moving almost comically as he shook his head in disproval. "Not cool, man - not cool."

"On the subject of not cool - my brother." Mikey announced, gaining nothing but groans and rolls of their eyes from just about everybody else in the room.

"Please, not this again." Christa almost begged, sighing as she pulled her phone out, frantically texting someone as she spoke. "My mum's being a total bitch and actual requests my presence in my own home - ridiculous, I know! She wants me to be home for dinner, like gosh, how dare she want to feed me? It's ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous, I know." Alicia agreed, her voice a murmuring, nodding along to Christa's words more than actually acknowledging them in any manner that could be deemed vaguely intelligent, on any planet.

"I've gotta go, anyway." She got up, waving to someone - probably Ray, she kind of had a thing for Ray, but of course Ray was far too modest to ever accept it, before closing the door behind her and making her way out of Alicia's weirdass house.

"Ray are you going to go with her?" Alicia asked, almost as if it was obvious, and that it didn't leave Ray, Mikey, Pete, and Bob staring at her blankly as if she'd just requested they line dance in Turkish, or something.

"What? She's going home. Her mum, her mum wants her to eat food and be in her house, I- I don't understand." Ray looked blankly, and with just a small degree of concern between the three other guys, who were both honestly just as confused as he was.

Alicia held up her phone so he could see. "She was lying - she wanted to talk to you in private." Alicia sighed, filling the gaps and rolling her eyes as she did so. "She texted you as well, you know. Fucking turn your phone off silent for once, or really, there's just no point in it even being there, is there?"

Ray didn't even respond, eyes only widening as he almost blindly made his way out of the room and down the stairs to where Christa was waiting, a blush ready upon her cheeks.

"So someone's going to get laid tonight, huh?" Bob asked, smirking to himself, as glanced at Alicia for confirm, like she'd know absolutely everything regarding Christa and Ray's fucking habits.

"Ray, getting laid?" Pete snorted, causing Mikey to roll his eyes, letting the eyeliner donning guy, keel over in his own laughter and just a few side effects from the pills he'd taken earlier. "He'd be so fucking shy, he'd probably apologise for even getting hard, I would actually cry-"

"Pete, be nice!" Alicia exclaimed, rolling her eyes, catching Mikey, her boyfriend's gaze, with a roll to the eyes, again making it known that she really couldn't tolerate Pete. Pete, however, as much of an asshole as he was, was Mikey's best friend, other than shy, awkward Ray, of course.

"I want to get laid!" Pete moaned, burying his head in Mikey's side as a result of his headache, leaving Alicia to roll her eyes in disgust again, as Bob only smirked, lighting himself a cigarette and setting fire to the Ouija board piece with his lighter afterwards.

"Bob- the Ouija-" Alicia protested, eyes growing wide with a mix of concern and fear.

"Does it really fucking matter? It's most definitely going to kill that fake demon you're all still shit scared of though anyway." Bob rolled his eyes, watching almost far too complacently as the piece burned black.

"Really?" Pete exclaimed, sitting up like an excited child.

"Yeah." Bob nodded in response, clicking his lighter eagerly.

"Burn it all."

-

"Michael!" Honestly, Mrs Way wasn't at all pleased about being called down to the fire station to pick up her son on a perfectly normal afternoon, which she was looking forward to spending relaxing, and not screaming at her sons, again. "What on earth were you thinking?"

Mikey only shrugged back into the chair in the waiting room: Pete, Bob, and Alicia sat by his side, and really he was actually kind of glad that Ray had missed getting into shit for this one, because the guy would probably rather shoot himself rather than getting questioned by a pissed off, middle-aged, youth despising, six foot, fireman, with a clipboard.

"Teenagers these days, eh?" The fireman joined Mrs Way - the first of the parents to arrive, and Mikey was beginning to suspect that he was the only one who'd actually given them legit contact details. "Fortunately, since the fire was relatively mild, and Mr and Mrs Wentz-"

"She's my dad's girlfriend, not my mum, not even his wife." Pete corrected, sternly meeting the eyes of the officer. "Mr Wentz and Miss Johnson."

"Fine, since they have considered it to be nothing minor and would rather not go through the hassle and paperwork of pressing charges, you kids are off with a warning, but trust me - I do not want to be seeing you again, any time soon." He sighed, turning to Mrs Way. "Just sign here and you're free to take your son and punish him as you please - confiscate any lighters, at the very least, please."

"How did this even happen, Michael?" Mrs Way exhaled, shaking her head: Gerard's teenage years had in no way prepared her for Mikey's. Mikey's were like a plane plummeting from eight thousand metres high, and Gerard's were when you forgot about the last step on the stairs, and most of the time, not even that.

"Bob's fault." Mikey shrugged it off as his mother casually signed off some paperwork that could very easily be a warrant for his execution, like what - she didn't even read it. Thankfully for Mikey, it wasn't.

"Excuse me? Pete fucking told me to burn the damn Ouija shit- crap... sorry, Mrs Way." Bob blushed, catching Mrs Way's gaze as the profanity slipped his lips like it was nothing, which to Bob, it really was, but that didn't quite seem to apply when Mikey's mother stood scowling at him.

"Yeah, but Alicia said we should use the damn thing in the first place!" Pete exclaimed, pulling Alicia into the conversation and out of the world of whoever she was texting - probably her brother: bribing him to collect her without a word from her parents, or something.

"Bob was the one who jacked the whole game up." Alicia added what was a very valid point, causing Bob to shake his head a little, almost just giving up as he came to realise that he'd been blamed twice now.

"I honestly don't care who started it and just that it doesn't happen again." The officer sighed, shaking his head and muttering something about 'damn youths' as he took the clipboard from Mrs Way.

"Come on, Mikey. We'll talk about this at home." She announced, leaving Mikey to get up after her and simply brace himself for what was to come, and just who he'd leave that secret stash of porn in the corner of his room to.

"Well, wasn't that an absolutely goddamn stupid thing to do?" She exclaimed as they got into the car, Mikey watching his mother with more than a slight degree of concern as she proceeded to bang her head against the dashboard. "Seriously, why? With Gerard, I never had to deal with any of this mess."

"Yeah, because when Gerard does stupid things, they're usually far too stupid and pathetic for the law to even care." Mikey rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and chuckling just a little as he saw Bob had texted him a series of emojis depicting a gun to someone's head.

"He's a mature seventeen year old though. It is quite honestly hard to believe that there's only two years between you."

"Oh yeah, you just don't know, mum." Mikey sighed, his mother caring his gaze, and not letting go.

"Tell me what Gerard's done." She exhaled, locking her gaze onto her youngest son's.

"Honestly, I don't think this is something I can verbalise without punching myself in the face in the process, and besides, it's a secret anyway."

And Mrs Way settled for that, concluding that perhaps she'd been through too much already in one night.

-

"How did it go?" Gerard asked, tone far too cheerful, as Mikey returned, followed closely by Mrs Way: caffeine and sanity deprived.

"Like a house on fire." Mrs Way rolled her eyes, answering for her son. "Quite literally."

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